Текст песни После бала - После бала

After the ball (lyrics, music - Nikolay Shapilov)
performed by Igor Kornilov

This autumn did not spare anyone
Even the sun fell in the wrong direction
| So the leaves fly away like guests
| After the ball, after the ball, after the ball

These two in crimson joined hands in vain
A little blow everything will pass and everything is gone
| This lonely one in yellow throws himself at everyone's feet
| Seeks happiness after the ball, after the ball

Well, and that one is completely green, scorched by the moonlight
Will not understand where he is carrying, where he got to
| And at the very door of paradise, he realizes that he is dying
| How Can You After the Ball, After the Ball

This autumn did not spare anyone
Leaf fall circling in a hundred thousand points
| And like stab wounds on the asphalt are not alive
| Mountains of ash after the ball, after the ball

This autumn did not spare anyone
Even the sun fell in the wrong direction
| So the leaves fly away like guests
| After the ball, after the ball, after the ball